Tagged: nap

in the middle of

there is little to

there is little to
no room for forty winks and
a yawn in the thick

of monday in the city –
the city always resists
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: resists

exhaustion pulls you

exhaustion pulls you
away from the station faster
than anything else –

one moment, we are listening,
the next, we are asleep, dreaming
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: exhaustion

by day’s end, we are

taking an early

taking an early
evening nap is setting
yourself for failure –

it’s a quarter-to-one, my
body bets against my brain
.
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everyday you let

captured six minutes

sunday afternoon

sunday afternoon
between a 2 p.m.
brunch and Ira
Glass
, our
eyelids get
so heavy,
arms, legs
interwoven
into the go-to
NIN
interlude
.
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daylight saving starts

daylight saving starts
mostly bite-sized
two tosses less
of dreaming, a handful
of minutes
more standing
in the shower, a tug-
of-war with the
clock, an even later
brunch, nap bumping
into bedtime, a
lost appetite
.
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for a prelude-

for a prelude-
to-an-afternoon-
nap, darkness
should not
swim for so
long
. there
is nothing
that quite
primes stillness
as Ira, who lifts
words into
kaleidoscopic
flags, with no need
for anchors
to secure them
.
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